𝕂𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕒�

For the next gift that The Desert Wanderers was going to receive, it would be an unusual lioness with protruding teeth that stuck out of her cheek and a long, pointed tongue. Her name was Khirimardin, and though her appearance stated otherwise - she was a lovely lioness to be around.

Above the forest an unusual lioness glided, the wind beating at her darkened wings. Her wings had small speckles of white on them, like stars in the midnight sky. A panther mask was attached to her face by a sinew string. But she was not Khirimardin.. Who was she? Well, her name was Cyclone'Spirit and she was the newest vessel for Nephthys. She had been sent to watch Khirimardin on her journey to The Desert, making sure that The Famine - or anything else - didn't get her. Down below in the thicket of the forest a brown figure was trotting along, looking up periodically to check for Cyclone'Spirit. Her paws ached from the constant walking, but she had to make it to The Desert Wanderers and become an official lioness there before Moonhigh.

After ages of walking, Khirimardin finally made it to The Outskirts, where she bolted across to avoid anything. The mixture of sand, grass and old blood irritated her Mountain-Dwelling paws. But it was going to get a lot worse - the sand was super fine, even after the flood and she sunk down into the sand if she didn't walk fast enough. Cyclone'Spirit watched from above as the lioness went, batting her wings to fly slightly ahead. She tucked her forepaws closer to her chest, and pointed her backpaws as she glided over the vast desert, it was so beautiful.